Chapter 41

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41 The storm eventually eased its tempestuous grip on the city, but the rain continued to fall all weekend long and into Monday. Mares’s regular meteorological updates to the base only forecast more strong winds over the Tasman. ‘This waiting is unbearable. As if having the prime minister against us wasn’t bad enough, now we’ve got to contend with this bloody wet weather,’ Scotty said, exasperated. George tried to reason. ‘Come on, mate, any day now and we’ll be off.’ ‘He’s right. Got to have a little patience, Scotty. At least we don’t have to worry someone else will leave before us. If we’re not silly enough to brave it, I think we can safely say no one else will,’ Ivan added. ‘Mares says the forecast isn’t looking favourable for a hop-off tonight. The government has offered us a fr

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